I keep meaning to grow rhubarb in my yard. Every spring, rhubarb has a place on my mental to-be-planted list. Every year, I never quite get around to it. I think this is partly due to the fact that r...
Images from a gluten-free shoot I did at the restaurant late last week. Looking at them, I realize all sorts of things. About the limitations of my camera and lens and how much I love faces an...
Well, would you look at that. I took that photo a month ago, with every intention of casually throwing it up here one afternoon, accompanied by some earnest urging for you to all make waffles the nex...
I just deleted a whole bunch of text right here. Im sorry you didnt get to read it, but truly none of us have time for it right now. Lots of chatting and loud statements about what characteristics I ...
My grandparents were the welcoming type. As in, the "coffees on, door is always open" type. And I mean that literally — there was always a hot pot of coffee in that house, from before daybrea...
On a recent breezy afternoon, the boys and I were outside in the backyard. They were excited to be geared up in lightweight jackets and puddle stompers instead of arctic wear, and were sloshing about...
When I was in high school, my friend Jill came over one afternoon and taught me how to make crêpes. This seemed like a pretty big deal to me, although it was clearly run-of-the-mill for her. She came...
Its Oscar night. The buzz of Oscar-worthy party snacks is filling the airwaves and cyberspace and this house, and can no longer be ignored. Never mind that we dont have a TV and probably wont be watc...
I went to New York two weeks ago. It was different, very different, from my last trip. For one, I barely saw the city, save for my final night there when I escaped my hotel to wander around midtown a...
One morning awhile back, at work before anyone else, in a kitchen quiet except for the sounds of my own activity, I listened to part of a recent episode of This American Life. (Do you listen to that ...
Ive been waking up early for about two weeks now, with the intention of getting work done before anyone else is awake to distract me. Sometimes I make it downstairs around 5am, other days, like today...
I cant put up text in this space without giving you a visual, too. Even if the two are wholly unrelated. So here, have some tomatoes. And then you can go read about my morning.
Its still dark at 6am. Most days it is, anyway. Today, though, there is a soft light, coming from both above and below, a glow that fills the dark air. White-blue, it feels equal parts magical and so...
I didnt resolve anything for 2012. I considered it for about half a minute. I thought about my resolution track record, trying to remember what Id been determined I should or shouldnt do in past year...
::The night before, par-bake your favorite pizza crust. ::Next morning, preheat the oven as hot as it will go. ::Top the crust with your favorite breakfast items and bake it until everything is cooke...
Maybe its just me, but sometimes these Ratio Rally posts have a bit of a confessional air about them. This is not a bad thing. Its nice, as a baker, to read about your peers slip-ups in the kitchen, ...
Is there anything to say about New York that hasnt already been said? Probably not. But seeing as no one has yet said anything about my recent trip there, Im going to forge ahead. We went for the foo...
You know how sometimes youll stop by a favorite blog and find a post that starts out, "Ive been trying to write this post for a while now...?" And then the author talks a bit about the writer...
Did you catch what I said earlier? About the chicken class? Yeah, Im that person. Every time I want to tackle a new project, be it knitting or planning a garden or photography, I find it impossible t...
Long absences are funny things. Whether its reunions with old friends, returning to a beloved-but-seldom-visited location, the long-anticipated commencement of your favorite season, or simply rereadi...
This is supposed to be about doughnuts. Thats why youre here, right? Because youve been promised doughnuts? Dont worry, Ive got them. Crispy, tender, not-too-sweet yeast doughnuts that taste li...
Let’s talk about neglect, for a moment, shall we? I’ve been going to work a lot lately. Like nineteen-of-the-last-twenty-da ys a lot. So I think it’s safe to say that I’m not neglecting the dessert me...
As I was weeding the garden yesterday afternoon, one ear attuned to the bedroom windows above me, listening for the sounds of Wylie getting up from his nap, I wondered what I might talk to you about,...
The next time your youngest wakes you up far too early, with the sunlight still sparkly and new, and your head cottony with sleep, you might not squeeze your eyes shut, hoping he will go read books s...
Ah. The heat arrived today. Weve been hearing about this monster heat wave for a week. Many of you have been suffering through it for a week or more. Even here in Maine, its been hot. But today, toda...
Growing up, my family made ice cream in the summer. I dont remember it being a big deal, no more so than the trips to the beach and playing in the kiddie pool on the lawn and eating watermelon until ...
"Bettas pasta recipe was one egg for every etto of all-purpose flour . . . At Babbo, Mario compensated for his being unable to find a reliable supply of half-wild, genuinely small-farm eggs by tr...
It’s Pie Day. And last I checked, there were over 1400 people participating in this enthusiastic event organized by Shauna from Gluten-Free Girl and the Chef. That’s a whole lot of pie. So don’t even...
Cookbooks these days have become works of art. We display them on our coffee tables, give them our coveted, valuable kitchen counter space, we read them in bed as if they were gripping novels. Their ...
When I really stop to think about it, I dont yearn for my childrens baby days. Maybe its because they werent that long ago. Or maybe Im just not that kind of mother. But if you ask me, their babyselv...
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